Foot Slave Story Novels & Stories

Shane nodded and let Charlotte continue the story. "At that time, I was surprised because it was suddenly raining. I didn't have an umbrella with me so I could only use my bag to block the rain so it wouldn't get too wet." Charlotte sighed and saw that her husband seemed to be listening to her story carefully. She said, "When I was going to take shelter, I suddenly bumped into a guy. I slipped at that time. And ... the next incident was just like what you said. I ... will continue where you started repairing the shoes."

And his head was missing. In the half-light of the reluctant dawn lay a shoe. From its size Mac deduced that the bearer was petite, likely no heavier than the average twelve year old. Yet it was sexy, sophisticated and undeniably high-end. Or at least it had been. Now the heel had broken off and it was plastered with drying mud. A short way off lay it's pair, unbroken, kicked off in haste. He moved around trying not to disturb the mud, there were barefoot impressions; not the rolling motion of heel-strike walking, but only the balls of the foot and the toes.

“Jungle foot.” “Huh?” I look at him quizzically. “Jungle foot, or foot rot. It’s from wearing your boots too long and sweating. Our soldiers in Cambiador get this when we go on ruck marches, and they can’t shift.” “Doesn’t their counterpart heal them?”

After all, people don't turn into wolves and have lightning in their fingers, and letters don't magically appear on people's foreheads when they died. He gulped nervously when the naked woman stopped in front of him, her strange lion eyes peering straight into his soul. "You never saw me, those men don't exist, and the camera's short-circuited, causing a small fire that you got under control." He found his lips moving of their own volition as he automatically repeated what she said, and then it became truth in his brain. "You slipped and fell, hitting your head while putting out the fire. There was no one else in the store."

I did not look forward to ruining it and end up being scolded by the rich girl. My movements were serene, thanks to my flat shoes which were ever comfortable to me. If anyone could have seen my shoe rack, they could think I had a thing with flat closed shoes. But I had a dark history with heels. When I ran away from home back then, I was forced to walk for a long distance wearing heels which got me bruises and boils that took me weeks to nurse. So heels reminded me of a pain I never wished to experience again. That though was a story for another day.

I don’t see him behind me anymore, smiling to myself, I think I’m sly. Then the spike of these goddess-forsaken shoes betrayed me. I stumbled to the ground, skidding my skin across the hard forest floor. I hiss out in pain but make quick work to get these damn boots off. Throwing them aside and hopping back up, I’m whipped back to the ground in a single second.

I managed to snap one heel off my shoe with two powerful blows against the steps and promptly repeated the process with the other. My hands were trembling so terribly that I nearly missed my foot as I put my shoes back on. I drew myself up as soon as they came on. I looked up and gasped. As it turned out, I wasn't the only one who had fallen down the steps. Josefa's friend was creeping down the stairs behind me. No.

Instead, he slowly raised his left hand and that’s when I saw it. Resting on his broad palm was one of my flat shoes. “It smelled like yours. I found it in the grass when I went to the stream.” Only then did it hit me, I had walked back to the den barefoot and hadn’t even realized it. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry for the trouble,” I said quickly, bowing my head slightly in apology as I took the shoe from his hand. I avoided his eyes. “I’m thirsty. May I have some water?” he asked seriously.

As noble as Joseph was, he was still a person who was wild and arrogant. Despite that, he was kneeling in front of her in front of so many people. She panicked and her heart fluttered. She was scared and nervous. Would he suddenly flip her over? Or would he pinch her feet hard? Or perhaps in the next second, he would make her suffer a fate worse than death? He untied her 'shoes' and saw the blood stains on her great toe. He gently held her foot and said, "Your toe got scraped. Are you stupid? In the jungle, if your foot has cuts, bacterial infection can easily happen."

Was he going to have to hold her up for the whole show? She turned once again to continue her journey to the pole and tripped over her own feet. He quickly reached out and caught her again. As she scrambled to stay on her feet, one of her boots landed heavily on his right big toe because he was wearing a pair of sandals.